TOP WHORE ON
SLUT CAMPUS
By
Amy Sadler
Smashwords Edition
2011
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PART ONE
Slutty Sorority Sisters
Chapter 1
It was the first day of college. I was a freshman and I was running late. My first class started at 7:00 in the morning, much too early for me. I jumped out of bed and pulled off the little T-shirt that I sleep in. There was no time to waste, so I slipped a short, white sundress over my naked body. The dress had buttons all the way down the front. I was in such a hurry that I left two buttons open at the bottom of the dress and three buttons open at the top.
I glanced at the mirror on my way out the door and I tried to decide if my boobs were too visible through the thin fabric of the dress. My puffy pink nipples were easy to see as they pressed against the white cotton material, but there wasn’t enough time to put on a bra. There was also a bit cleavage showing because of the open buttons. My breasts are only medium sized, but with a five-foot-one-inch petite body, they don’t have to be very big to look good. I also observed that my auburn pussy hair was noticeable when the light hit the dress just right. I guess I picked a bad day to forget my panties. All I could do was hope that it was dark in the classroom.
I stepped outside of the sorority house and wouldn’t you know it, there was a strong breeze swirling across Slut Campus (generally known as San Diego State University).
My books were under one arm leaving me only one free hand to hold my dress in place. As I strutted down the sidewalk, a guy approached me from the opposite direction. I really wished I’d taken the time to fasten the last two buttons on my dress because the breeze allowed the gap created by those open buttons to separate.
I could tell by the look on the guy’s face that he was getting a glimpse of my neatly trimmed bush. I just kept walking and pretended not to notice him.
There was a group of guys sitting on the front steps of the History Building. I was a little nervous as I hurried up the steps. From their sitting position, I knew they could look right up my dress! Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I’m sure they were getting an eyeful.
With my books in one hand, I reached for the door with my other hand leaving my short dress unprotected. At that moment, a gust of wind lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist.
My bare ass was completely exposed to the guys.
I heard some clapping and a few catcalls as I rushed inside the building.
The classroom was more like an auditorium. Since I was late, I was forced to sit in the front row. We weren’t in regular desks. The seats were more like chairs with little armrests to put our books on. The rows of seats are elevated, so when the professor began to lecture, he was almost eye-level with my knees. He must have been about sixty years old, but that didn’t stop him from trying to sneak a peek between my legs.
I acted as if I was concentrating on my notes while allowing my legs to spread slightly apart. Once I was sure that I had the professor’s attention, I began to tease him by spreading my legs a little wider, then quickly closing them together again.
The whole time, I tried to look innocent, as if I was unaware of my behavior. Finally, I hooked my feet around the sides of my chair, allowing my legs to spread completely apart.
Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, the professor had a clear view of my pussy hair.
He walked up a few steps of the aisle next to me while he lectured and I realized he was trying to look down the top of my dress. With the open buttons, I’m sure he could see my bra-less breasts.
I innocently leaned over a little further to make sure that he had an unobstructed view of my pretty pink nipples.
The cool morning air caused my nipples to poke out like little Hershey’s Kisses for the professor’s viewing pleasure.
When he returned to the front of the class, I pretended to drop my pen. I got out of my chair and turned around so that my back was to the professor. Then I slowly bent over with my knees straight, allowing the hem of my skirt to ride up and give the professor a good look at my smooth, firm ass. Hopefully, he’ll remember this day when he makes out the final grades.
My morning wasn’t over yet. As part of my scholarship/grant, I had to work a few hours each week in the library. It was rather warm in the library, so I really didn’t want to do anything too strenuous. I was hoping to get an easy job at the front desk. That way I could do some homework while I was there. The head librarian was a mean old lady.
She took one look at my skimpy dress and decided that I should re-shelve books. The lady gave me a stack of books and pointed to the area where they needed to go.
There was a table full of nerdy looking guys surrounded by some high bookshelves. I put the books that I was carrying down on the table in front of them and began to look for their places on the shelves.
As the guys read their books about space exploration, they gave me the impression that they hadn’t come in contact with too many earth girls. They were nudging each other, pointing at me and snickering amongst themselves.
Decided to have some fun with these guys.
The first book was on the lowest shelf. As I bent forward to put the book away, the guys were able to see right down the top of my dress. I pretended not to notice that they were watching me, while they pretended to read their books.
With three buttons undone at the top of my dress, my bra-less breasts were hanging out for all of the guys to see.
I bent down in front of them to get the next book off of the table. As I leaned way over to look at the catalog number on the book, my breasts were once again on display for the guys. After giving them a few minutes to study my nice pink nipples, I picked up the book and walked over to the bookshelf.
The next book was on a higher shelf and I had to stand on my tiptoes to put it away.
When I reached up high with the book over my head, I could feel the hem of my dress rise up to the middle of my butt. Half of my bare butt cheeks were exposed to the guys! If they didn’t know it before, they now knew that I wasn’t wearing any panties!
I stood up in front of the guys and said, “Whew, like, it’s really warm in this place! I’d really like to loosen another button on this dress, but I don’t want to offend anyone.”
I expected the guys to tell me that it would be fine with them if I opened another button on my dress, but they just sat there dumbfounded. They must not have too much experience with girls.
Finally, I was like, “Well I just can’t stand this heat anymore,” and unfastened another button at the top of my dress.
With the top of my dress now unbuttoned below my breasts, I went, “Ah, now I feel much better.”
When I bent over in front of the guys to get the next book, they had a much better view of my bra-less boobies. The book was on the bottom shelf again. This time, I bent over with my back to the guys. My dress rode way up behind me revealing most of my bare butt cheeks to the guys.
I heard them whisper to each other about how great I looked, but I pretended not to hear them.
I looked at the next book and realized the guys were really going to get a treat because I would have to climb the ladder to re-shelve it.
They were giggling with anticipation as I moved the ladder into position. I slowly climbed the ladder all the way to the top and began to look for the location on the shelf for the book. I could have put it away immediately, but I took my time and let them gaze at my naked ass. I even spread my legs a little to give them a beaver shot.
As I climbed down, my dress got caught on a bracket attached to the ladder. All of the buttons that were still fastened popped off, except for the one located at my belly button. I stood in front of the guys and pretended to be embarrassed.
I said, “Oh no, all of the buttons on my dress popped off!”
I squatted down in front of the guys to pick up the buttons. When I did, the dress fell to each side of my legs leaving my furry triangle completely uncovered for the guys to look at.
After picking up a few buttons, I reached for one right in front of me, then looked down and acted surprised, as if I suddenly realized that my pussy hair was showing.
I stood up and said, “Oh noooo, I forgot to wear my panties today! How embarrassing! What am I going to do? I still have another book to put away.”
The guys finally spoke and said, “Don’t be alarmed. We won’t look. We promise!”
I said, “Well I hope I can trust you because I feel like everything is showing. I wish I wouldn’t have worn this skimpy little dress. Now, every time I move, something pops loose. I’m hanging out all over the place! Please try not to look at me.”
They were like, “No problem,” and pretended to read their books.
As I looked at the last book, my hairy triangle was peeking out of the gap at the bottom of the dress. The top was open pretty wide with the edge of the fabric barely covering my nipples.
The last book was actually on the bottom shelf, but the bracket on the ladder gave me an idea. I climbed the ladder again and put the book on the top shelf. After making sure that the dress was wedged in the bracket again, I quickly came down the ladder. The dress stayed up in the bracket and the last button popped free.
My arms slid completely out of the dress as I stepped away from the ladder. My actions left me standing in front of the guys totally naked while my dress remained hanging up on the ladder.
As I stood there making a lame attempt to cover myself with my hands, I said, “Oh no, my dress came off! Now I don’t have any clothes on at all! Can one of you guys help me?”
Instead of climbing up the ladder and freeing the dress from the bracket, one of the idiots just reached up and pulled the dress down. I cringed as I heard the material tear in half. There was a big split from the collar, all the way down the middle of the back. I quickly put the dress on, but my bare behind was hanging out of the torn material.
There were still a few buttons attached to the dress and since the dress was originally a little tight on me, fastening the buttons only caused the split in the back of the dress to open wider.
The only thing I could do was return to the sorority house and grab something else to wear. I asked the guys to walk behind me to shield my nakedness from the rest of the Slut Campus.
They quickly obliged and followed me all the way home. I made no attempt to cover my bare buns and the guys were treated to a view of my smooth, shapely flesh, the whole trip.
When we got to the sorority house, I kissed each one of them on the cheek and thanked them for walking me home.
I went into the house quickly and peeked out the window, seeing the guys walking down the street.
They were laughing and giving each other high-fives.
Guess I made their day.
I had fun.
Chapter 2
Heather was my sorority sister and we were both in our freshman year at Slut Campus. She saved enough money to buy her first car, but her dad demanded to go with her to the car dealer. He said that Heather wouldn’t be able to negotiate the best possible price because she was so young.
When Heather told her dad that she’d rather go by herself, he laughed and said that the salesman was going to take advantage of her. Heather’s dad assured her that she’d end up paying too much for the car.
Heather was determined to prove him wrong, so she asked me for advice.
Heather was a pretty brunette, about 5’3 and slender, with large, firm breasts. I told Heather that with her good looks and great body, she should be able to get the deal of the century.
I advised her to wear some skimpy clothes and casually show some skin. I figured that if she showed a little cleavage and flashed her underwear a few times, the salesman would bend over backwards to give her a great deal.
She was skeptical at first. Heather claimed that she’d never been an exhibitionist before, but I reminded her of what happened during pledge week. The older girls tied her up and slowly stripped her naked in front of some fraternity guys. She was forced to hang with her arms in the air while her bare boobs, firm rear-end and dark hairy triangle were on display for all the guys to observe.
I told her that the car-shopping plan should be a breeze compared to that night of humiliation. After listening to my reasoning, she decided to take my advice. It sounded very innocent and harmless.
Little did she know that through a series of mishaps, she’d end up showing a lot more than just a little cleavage and a few panty flashes.
Heather didn’t own any sexy clothes, so I gave her one of my outfits to wear. First, she slipped into a pair of thin, white panties. They were the thong type with little strings on the sides to keep them in place. The strings were very thin and Heather started to complain because the strings felt like they could easily break.
She was afraid that the panties wouldn’t stay on, but I assured her that she just wasn’t used to wearing such tiny panties.
A short, pink, wrap-around mini-skirt covered the panties. There was a slit up the right leg and a string at the top of the slit that held the skirt together. Heather is a couple of inches taller that I am, which made the skirt even shorter on her. It barely covered her butt! Even though the skirt was so short, I continued to reassure her that she looked fine and had nothing to worry about.
I handed her a little pink and white striped sleeveless shirt to wear. It had two buttons in front that were straining to open.
Heather is a bit larger on top than me, so the shirt looked a size too small. It was a bare midriff top that stopped just below her bra-less breasts. Her flat stomach was completely exposed. Heather’s nipples poked out against the lightweight knit material. The top button was slightly lower than her nipples, so she was showing plenty of cleavage when she bent over.
Heather put on some white, high-heeled sandals to give her a little extra height and she was ready to go.
I was going to the dealership with Heather and I didn’t want to upstage her, so I just wore a white T-shirt and some low-cut jeans.
My jeans hung so low on my hips that a little bit of my butt-crack was showing. My bra-less breasts were also visible under the tight cotton T-shirt, but it was nothing compared to the skimpy outfit Heather was wearing,
Mary, a senior in the sorority, gave us a ride to the car dealer. When we arrived at the dealership, Heather told me that she was nervous and couldn’t go through with it.
Heather said that she felt practically naked! I told Heather to get out of the car and walk around. If she still felt uncomfortable, then she could get back into the car and we’d forget all about it.
We got out of the car and a cool breeze immediately lifted her skirt up to her waist. I’m sure anyone looking in Heather’s direction got a flash of her itty-bitty panties.
Heather quickly pushed the skirt down and tried to return to the car, but Mary locked the doors! Heather pleaded with Mary to let her in, but Mary just smiled and waved as she drove away. Now Heather was forced to go through with it.
I stayed out of sight and watched from a distance as Heather looked for a car. While Heather walked around the car lot, she was getting a lot of attention from the salesmen. It was a breezy day and she continued to have trouble keeping her skirt down.
Heather must have decided that since she’d come this far, she may as well quit acting like a prude because she appeared to begin loosing her inhibitions.
She was admiring a Camero when a nice looking, older salesman came up behind her. Heather pretended not to notice him and bent over to look at the tires.
She kept her knees straight so that the skirt would ride up as high as it could. He was getting a good look at her thong panties, which were almost non-existent as they drifted up into her butt.
The salesman offered to help Heather, but she said that the sticker price was way out of her price range, so she was going to leave. He begged her to stay and check out the car. Heather pretended to be interested as he opened the hood.
They leaned over to look at the motor and from his angle, he could see right down her shirt. There was a large bulge developing in his pants, so I knew my plan was working. I think Heather was starting to get turned on by the attention and began feeling at ease with the situation.
Then some unexpected events turned the innocent plan into a humiliating strip show. The first mishap occurred when the salesman caught the string of the mini-skirt in the hood when he slammed it.
Not knowing that the string was caught in the hood, Heather walked around the side of the car and the string came untied. Since that string was the only thing holding the skirt on, it fell to the ground. Heather’s face turned red with embarrassment as she stood there in those tiny white panties.
Her dark bush was visible through the thin material of the little undies and the salesman just stood there, taking it all in.
Heather asked him to please get the skirt for her, but his hands were trembling so much that he couldn’t get the hood opened. Then her situation went from bad to worse.
The salesman decided to just yank the skirt out of the hood and when he did, the string was torn completely off. Now what was she going to do? Heather’s only choice was to wrap the skirt around her and quickly jump in the driver’s seat.
The salesman persuaded her to take the car for a test drive. I had to see what happened next, so I ran over and climbed into the back seat.
The car had a manual transMs.ion, so it was impossible to hold the skirt in place and drive the car. Heather tried to wrap the skirt around her waist like a towel, but there wasn’t much material to work with. Each time she moved her legs to shift gears, the skirt separated a little further.
The salesman watched as more and more of her legs became exposed.
Soon he was able to see Heather’s panties, as the skirt came apart at her waist.
Heather turned a corner and the skirt fell completely off. The salesman tried not to be obvious as he stared at her neatly trimmed brunette bush, which was easy to see under the thin white fabric of the tiny panties.
I giggled and told the salesman that he shouldn’t be looking at a little girl’s underwear.
He said that he wasn’t, but we both knew that he was.
As the salesman started making small talk, Heather began to relax and enjoy the little adventure. We turned down a street that had a few bumps.
When we hit the first bump, Heather’s boobs bounced up and down. This really got the salesman’s attention, so she decided to try it again. She hit the next bump a little faster, but when her breasts bounced up, the top button of the shirt popped off.
Heather stopped the car and bent over to look on the floor for the button, practically falling out of the shirt in the process.
She located the missing button and thought she had everything under control, but then the second mishap occurred. As Heather straightened up in her seat, the shirt got caught on the blinker lever.
The lever pulled on the shirt and popped the last button off.
Heather shrieked, “Oh my goodness!” as her boobies fell out for the world to see.
The salesman started breathing heavy as Heather tried to position the material of the shirt to cover her breasts.
Now she was in real trouble.
How was she going to hold all of her clothes in place and drive the car at the same time? Sensing her embarrassment, I offered to drive the car back to the dealership allowing Heather to cover up. However, the salesman took over and traded places with Heather. Heather wanted the salesman to driver her home, but he told her that if she was really interested in the car, she should come back to the office and he’d make her a great deal.
At this point, Heather was only interested in covering her nudity, but I persuaded her to find out what kind of great deal he was willing to offer.
When we arrived at the car lot, the salesman purposely parked the car in the furthest spot from the door. I guess he wanted all of his buddies to see Heather walk by. I got out of the car and told Heather that I’d wait for her in the showroom.
Heather was like sarcastically, “Thanks a lot!”
Heather suddenly had an idea. If she tucked the skirt into her panties, it would stay on and she could hold the shirt together with her hands. This idea led to the third mishap.
As Heather tucked the skirt into those little undies, the thin strings on the panties snapped, causing her underwear and her skirt to fall to the ground.
The salesman’s eyes were as big as silver dollars as he gazed at Heather’s naked body. Her bare ass and pussy hair could be seen from the busy street as several cars honked when they drove by.
Heather quickly picked up the skirt and wrapped it around her. Holding the skirt with one hand and the shirt with the other, Heather followed the salesman to the office leaving the panties lying on the pavement.
The salesman led Heather to a seat in his office, which was secluded except for a window facing the showroom.
Luckily, the showroom was fairly empty. As Heather sat in the office, she continued to hold the shirt together with one hand and the skirt with the other. I stood outside the office as the salesman described the great deal he could give her.
Heather said that his price was too high and that she was going to leave. He said that he was going to find out if he could make her a better offer and left the room.
Soon the salesman returned followed by the sales manager, office manager and finance manager. I’ll bet those guys don’t sit in on every sales meeting. I’m sure Heather’s lack of clothing made this meeting special. From where I stood outside the office, it appeared as though Heather felt extremely vulnerable with all those guys looking at her. They were trying to distract Heather so that she would let go of the shirt or the skirt.
The first deal was written on a piece of paper. To reach for the paper, Heather had to let go of the skirt. As she did, the skirt fell open and Heather’s right leg was completely exposed.
Half of the skirt was still resting in her lap, but any sudden movement and her pussy was going to be revealed.
The guys realized that forcing Heather to reach for papers would put her in more of a compromising position, so they kept showing her lower deals.
Everyone was shaking with anticipation as Heather’s skirt was about to fall on the floor, so I told Heather to ask for the car’s invoice sheet.
They said that Heather was not allowed to see it, so Heather wrapped the skirt tightly around her waist and told them that she was going to leave.
All of the sudden, the invoice appeared. Heather offered them $100 below the invoice price, but they refused, so she sat there holding the invoice with both hands.
Without any hands holding her clothes in place, the shirt fell open, but was still covering her nipples and the skirt was back in Heather’s lap barely covering the dark hair of her neatly trimmed bush.
They were dying to see Heather’s nipples and hoo-hoo, but so far they were out of luck. Heather set the invoice down, pulled her shirt and skirt together and told them that $100 under invoice was her final offer.
When they refused again, Heather said that she was really glad they couldn’t work a deal because she would have to lean over with both hands to sign all the paperwork.
She wouldn’t be able to hold her clothes in place while she signed the documents.
With that statement the deal was made.
As all eyes were upon Heather, she slowly bent forward to sign the purchase order.
As she did, the shirt fell away and her breasts were completely exposed. Heather’s breasts are full and firm, with pretty pink nipples. Her nipples began to stiffen as the breeze from the air conditioning vent blew down on her naked tits. From the bulges in the guy’s pants, it was obvious that Heather’s nipples weren’t the only things getting stiff. Heather couldn’t believe it.
She was sitting in a room full of strange men with her boobs completely exposed!
The salesman handed Heather a second form to sign, but she accidentally dropped the pen. Without thinking, Heather leaned over to pick it up, but suddenly realized that her bare butt was in full view of the guys to the right of her.
Heather began nervously fumbling to pick up the pen so that she could sit down in a hurry, but she actually pushed the pen further away. She had to bend completely over to pick up the pen. This gave everyone in the room a chance to move into position to admire her firm, young butt cheeks.
Heather felt totally humiliated.
She sat back in her seat and the skirt fell—but she caught it before it could fall completely plummet. Then Heather positioned it so that it was barely covering her bush.
This elevated the guy’s level of excitement. They really wanted that skirt to fall, but for the time being, they went back to gazing at Heather’s bare bosoms as she signed the last piece of paper.
When it was time for the loan, Heather told them that she wanted the lowest interest rate available. The rates they were offering were not appealing, so once again she pulled the shirt and skirt back into position and told them that she was going to leave.
They came back with a rate that was next to nothing and Heather agreed to the terms.
The finance manager left to get the paper work together, so Heather sat and chatted with the men while he was gone.
As they talked, Heather really started teasing the guys. When Heather laughed, she made sure her breasts wobbled back and forth. As her breasts bounced, her shirt came open again.
Heather also kept moving her legs causing the skirt to slowly slide down, but she would always catch it just before the hair on her pussy came into view. It was driving the guys crazy.
The finance manager returned, but he had to sit far across the desk because the office was so crowded. Heather almost had to stand up to take the first forms from him and when she did, the skirt fell to the floor. She put her hands up over her face as if she was embarrassed and told the guys that she was afraid that was going to happen. Heather turned around with her back to the guys and slowly bent down to pick up the skirt. All of the guys were getting a great view of her firm, smooth ass.
The salesman jokingly said that Heather should throw that skirt away.
Heather replied in a soft voice that she should also throw the shirt away, but then she’d be sitting there completely naked in front of everyone.
They said that they didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, so they told her that they’d immediately send for an expensive, leather Corvette jacket for her to wear.
Heather agreed and handed the salesman her skirt, then removed what was left of the shirt.
Heather was now totally nude and sitting in front of a group of strange men while she signed the rest of the forms. I was amazed at how many forms she had
to sign. Heather slowly and carefully read each form while the guys just sat and stared at her beautiful tan body. Some of the workers from the garage walked by the window, but all they could see was her back.
When Heather realized she had an audience, she turned sideways in the chair and gently bounced her breasts as she signed the remaining papers. This gave the guys at the window something to look at.
Finally the paperwork was signed and the car belonged to Heather. She stood up and asked for her jacket. The men said someone was bringing it right up. As she stood there waiting, the guys at the window were admiring Heather’s bare butt cheeks while the men in the office were looking at her fully exposed tits and bush.
Heather’s little pink nipples were pointing out with excitement and she made no attempt to hide her nudity. She even turned around to face the window, then put her hands up to her face and gave the guys in front of the window a surprised look as if she didn’t know that they were there. With her hands up to her face, the guys at the window had an unobstructed view of her nice full breasts and her cute little pussy.
A guy came in and handed her the jacket. He looked shocked. I guess he didn’t expect to see a naked girl in the office. Heather slowly slipped the jacket on while the guys watched her every move.
After zipping the jacked halfway up, Heather turned to the guys and explained that the jacket was too short. She turned around and showed them that half of her bare buns were hanging out.
Then Heather turned back and pointed to some of the pussy hair that was peeking out from below the front of the jacket. The guys said that it was the best they could do, so Heather took the keys and paperwork and headed for the door.
The showroom was a little more crowded now and everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Heather walk across the room.
When Heather got to the door, she dropped the car keys, then slowly bent forward to pick them up giving everyone one last look at her nice round bare behind. She turned and waved, then proceeded to the car.
I met her in the parking lot and we headed for home.
When Heather called her dad to tell him about the deal she got, he was astonished.
He couldn’t believe that Heather got such a great break. He asked Heather what her secret was.
Heather laughed hard at that one.
Chapter 3
It was about ten o’clock in the morning when I returned to the sorority house after attending my morning classes.
I entered my friends’ room to find Ashley and Fran still struggling to drag their lazy butts out of bed.
Ashley was like hey that a shower helps her get going in the morning and Fran agreed.
All I did was throw on some clothes before class, so I decided that I could use a shower, too.
Ashley was a 5’4” blonde with large, full breasts: at least 38D. Since last summer, she has become rather free-spirited about showing off her body. Ashley sat up and stretched, causing the sheets to fall from her breasts. Her silver dollar nipples were in plain view, along with the rest of her smooth, soft skin. When Ashley kicked the sheets off her legs, I was not surprised to see that she was naked.
I was surprised to see that she had a clean-shaven beaver.
Ashley giggled and was like, “What are you looking at?”
I blushed and went, “It looks like someone mowed the lawn!”
I was curious so I asked Ashley, “What does it feel like? Do you have any razor stubble?”
Ashley replied, “See for yourself!”
Ashley took my hand and guided it down between her legs. As she gently moved my hand up and down, I was amazed at how silky her love area was.
She guided my fingers down further between her legs to show me how smooth the folds of her skin were. I relaxed my hand as Ashley continued to move my fingers around until I began to feel her wetness.
Ashley closed her eyes and started to moan, but Fran jumped up and pulled my hand away. She said that Ashley needed to get ready for class.
Ashley grabbed her pillow and threw it at Fran as I stepped out of the way.
I thought a playful catfight was going to develop, but the girls knew they had to go to class soon.
When it comes to exhibitionism, Fran is a little more conservative than Ashley. But Fran is no stranger to exhibitionism, either. She also had a few flashing adventures over the summer. Fran removed a flimsy tank top displaying her cute little five-foot frame.
With her ample breasts now fully exposed, Fran pushed down the little red panties she was wearing, revealing her neatly trimmed brunette bush.
Now, both Ashley and Fran were completely naked.
The girls grabbed their shampoo and brushes, then followed me down the hall to my room. All of our rooms are on the first floor of the sorority house. I had opened the blinds on my large picture window before leaving for class earlier that morning, so when the girls entered my room, their naked bodies could be seen by anyone walking by on the sidewalk. Ashley and Fran didn’t seem to mind that their young, firm bodies were on display. In fact, they moved closer to the window as they waited for me to get undressed. The girls acted as though they were inviting people to look!
Ashley and Fran stood in front of the window. I unbuttoned my tight jeans and slid them down my legs. My jeans were so tight that my skimpy panties came off, too.
As I pulled the little T-shirt over my head, I noticed that a few guys had stopped on the sidewalk outside my room.
I stood next to Fran and Ashley. They were also aware that the guys were looking at us.
The girls and I pretended to be oblivious to their presence and acted like we were having an innocent conversation. As we talked, Ashley showed off her bare breasts and bald beaver for the boys. Fran stood with her back to the window exhibiting her firm, round rear-end. I unhooked my thin, lace bra and slid the last piece of clothing I was wearing down my arms.
My perky breasts were now part of the show as the three of us continued to flaunt our tits, asses and pussies in front of the window.
A van for some carpet company pulled up in front of the sorority house and a couple of men got out. They walked over to see what the attraction was and the men were also treated to the sight of our three naked bodies. We pretended to talk amongst ourselves, letting the guys believe that we didn’t know they were there. After a couple of minutes, we decided that they’d seen enough, so we headed for the shower room.
Guys are not allowed in the sorority house, so the door to the shower room is usually left wide open. Unfortunately, repairmen often walk freely through the house. All of the girls are supposed to be notified in advance of a workman’s presence, but the housemother who schedules these workers doesn’t bother to inform the freshman girls.
Our housemother is forty-five years old and came to live with us after her husband divorced her. He ran off with a nineteen-year-old, so our housemother resented young girls. Since the freshman bedrooms and showers are on the first floor, our housemother finds it amusing when the freshman girls are caught with their pants down. Our housemother was a beautiful older woman. She should enjoy life instead of taking her anger out on us.
There were no separate stalls in the shower room. It’s just one big room with three showerheads protruding from the wall. There was also a vanity with two sinks and two mirrors on the back wall. From the doorway, you can see right into the showers.
Ashley, Fran and I got under the warm water and lathered up our bodies. Fran likes it when Ashley washes Fran’s hair. As Ashley massaged Fran’s head, Ashley also rubbed her big breasts against Fran’s back.
I watched Ashley and Fran together and my hands began to caress my inner thighs, then slowly moved their way up to the furry auburn triangle between my legs.
From the corner of my eye, I saw two men in the hallway. I recognized them as the men from the carpet van. Apparently, they were measuring the floor in the hallway for new carpeting and our housemother didn’t bother to tell us that there would be workmen in the house today.
When the men saw us in the showers, they tried to duck out of sight, but continued to peer in from the side of the doorway. I didn’t bother to inform Ashley and Fran about the men as the girls continued to enjoy their shower.
The girls traded places and Fran began to shampoo Ashley’s hair. Even though I knew the men were watching us, I couldn’t help finishing what I’d started. As my fingers worked their magic in my pussy, my free hand caressed my breasts.
Ashley’s fingers were also busy between her legs as Fran’s hands left Ashley’s hair and drifted down to Ashley’s soapy tits. Fran’s hands slowly caressed Ashley’s soft skin and she paid extra attention to Ashley’s pretty pink nipples.
I’m sure the men could hear us because Ashley and I made some moaning sounds as we reached a couple of powerful orgasms.
The girls and I rinsed off, but we suddenly realized that we’d forgotten our towels. Without anything to cover our nudity, we proceeded to the vanity in full view of the carpet men.
With our backs to the men, I looked in the mirror and saw that they were observing our bare behinds. As we dried our hair, the men could see our breasts in the reflection of the mirrors. I was amazed that Ashley and Fran hadn’t noticed the men yet. Ashley kept reaching high with her hair dryer and brush. The men focused on the mirror as Ashley’s large breasts swayed with her movements.
When we finished drying our hair, the girls and I turned around and headed towards the door.
I could hear the men scramble to act like they were working as Ashley, Fran and I entered the hallway. Ashley and Fran were shocked to find the men on their hands and knees measuring the floor. Instead of running to our rooms or trying to hide, the three of us just stood there in all of our glory.
With Ashley’s bald pussy only inches away from one of the men’s faces, she demanded to know what they were doing. He stammered and tried to tell us how he needed to measure the floor to provide an estimate for new carpeting in the hallway.
The men seemed really nervous.
Fran dropped her brush. She turned her back to the men and bent over to pick up the brush. The second man crawled across the floor so that he was right behind Fran, almost directly between her legs.
From his position on the floor he was staring right up at Fran’s firm, round ass. I’ll bet he was even getting a beaver shot as he looked up between her legs.
Fran was in no hurry to stand back up. From her bent-over position, she lifted the brush and inspected it to see if it was dirty. Then she slowly stood up and turned to walk towards her room. I guess Fran didn’t realize that the man had moved closer to her. As she moved forward, she walked right into the man with her pussy pushing right up against his face. They were both frozen for a moment as Fran’s brunette pussy hair remained thrust against the man’s nose and forehead.
Finally, Fran excused herself and moved around the man, rubbing her bush against his face in the process.
The men were really getting turned on, but Ashley and Fran had to go to class so the girls and I went to our rooms and closed the doors. I remained naked and stretched out on my bed.
I began reading my textbook. I could hear the men working right outside my room. Suddenly Linda, a cute fresh-faced blond with big brown eyes and large breasts thrust open the door. Linda sat down on the bed next to me because she needed help with her Algebra homework.
All she was wearing was a sheer white bra with matching panties.
Linda said, “Look at me! There are men in the house and I’m parading around in just my underwear. Why couldn’t someone warn us?”
I replied, “What are you complaining about? I’m completely naked! The housemother should have told us about these men.”
At first, I thought Linda was really angry because the men were in the hallway unannounced. Then I realized that she must have wanted to show off because she left the door wide open. Why else would she be walking around the sorority house in the middle of the day wearing only see-through underwear!
I reviewed her homework and started to roll around on the bed because I couldn’t get comfortable. First I would lie on my stomach for a while with my bare butt facing the door, then I would roll over and spread my legs a little. My perky breasts would be pointing to the ceiling while my fully exposed pussy would be pointed towards the door.
Linda said that her back itched and she asked me to scratch it. I raked my fingernails up her back and it turned out that the itch was under her bra. I told her that she needed to remove the bra if she wanted me to really scratch her back.
Linda said that she couldn’t because the hook was in the front of the bra and she didn’t want to be topless in front of the men. I told her that her nipples were already poking out from beneath the thin material, so it wouldn’t be much different if she took it off. She still refused, so I slid my fingers up between her big breasts and unhooked the bra myself.
I pushed the straps down Linda’s arms; her big boobies were right out in the open and the men loved it.
I sat on the bed and Linda stood between my legs, her back to me. As I began dragging my fingernails up and down her back, I noticed that the men almost stopped working altogether to watch our performance.
With each downward motion of my hands, I would gently touch the waistband of her tiny white panties and slide them down a little bit. I don’t know if Linda realized what I was doing, but her undies were slowly inching down and she didn’t do anything to stop me. Soon her panties were halfway down her butt.
With half of her ass-crack exposed, I’ll bet half of her blond bush was showing, too.
Linda suddenly looked down and said, “What are you doing? You’re pulling my panties down!”
I innocently replied, “Whoops! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make your little undies fall down.” Adding a: “Tee-hee.”
When Linda didn’t bother to pull her panties up, I resumed scratching her back and inching her panties down in the process.
She yelped, “Stop it! If you push my underwear down any further, the men will be able to see my pussy!”
With that, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanked them to the floor. Linda yelled at me to give them back, but I moved up, shoved them under my butt and sat back down. Linda pushed me down on the bed and jumped on top of me.
Her naked ass was up in the air as she tried to slip her hand under my butt and retrieve her panties. Her pussy hair was tickling my stomach as she straddled me to pin me down on the bed. I’m sure the men were getting quite an eyeful with two naked young girls wrestling on a bed right in front of them.
Linda and I each had a grip on her panties as we got up from the bed. We had the undivided attention of the two men as we played tug-of-war with Linda’s panties. Linda and I were completely naked as we playfully pulled on her underwear. Our boobers were bouncing around, while our pussies and asses were totally exposed for the men to enjoy. We had to spread our legs to get more leverage and from their position on the floor, I’m sure the men were getting an unobstructed view of our beavers!
We were making a lot of noise and the housemother began walking up the hall to see what all the commotion was. The men must have thought that they were going to get in some kind of trouble, so they quickly pulled our door shut. Our housemother began complaining to the men that it was taking a long time for them to take the measurements of the floor.
I guess Linda and I were a bit of a distraction . . .
Chapter 4
Second semester of my freshman year at Slut Campus . . .
Exhibitionism was difficult when the semester began. Winter brought lower temperatures, which meant more clothes and less skin. When spring finally arrived, it was time for my sorority sisters and I to begin displaying our goods.
It all started one warm afternoon. Fran, Ashley and I were walking home from class wearing white crop-top T-shirts without bras and low-cut jeans. Our puffy pink nipples were visible under our little T-shirts and our jeans were riding so low on our hips that the cracks of our asses were showing, and so were the black thongs riding between our sweet ass cheeks.
Ashley noticed that a couple of guys were following us. Ashley wanted to tease the guys a little, so she put her hands in her pockets to push her jeans further down. Unfortunately for the guys, her jeans were so tight that they wouldn’t go down any further.
Not willing to give up, Ashley slyly popped opened the button on her jeans and unzipped them a little bit. Now with each step, her jeans slowly inched their way down. Soon her jeans plunged so far down that most of her butt crack was showing and the top of her tiny thong was hanging out. If Ashley had taken her hands out of her pockets, her jeans probably would have fallen right off.
Soon there were several guys following us home.
Fran accidentally dropped her book. Fran kept her knees straight as she bent down to pick it up. This caused the bottom of her little crop-top to fall away from her breasts. From their angle, the guys behind us were able to peek up her shirt. She took her time picking up her book so the guys could get a nice long look at her cute perky nipples. Her breasts had finally come out of hibernation.
The fun really began when we returned to the sorority house. The lawn care workers were running a sprinkler on the front lawn. It was a warm day and there was water spraying up like a fountain.
We were three young bra-less girls in white crop-top T-shirts, so you can just imagine what happened next.
Fran, Ashley and I began running and jumping over the sprinkler. The cool water would spray up on our T-shirts as our bra-less breasts bounced freely under the thin white material. The cool water also caused our puffy pink nipples to stiffen and poke out against the wet fabric. With each pass, our T-shirts got a little wetter and our nipples became more and more visible.
Soon our T-shirts were clinging to us like a second skin and our nipples were poking right out against the drenched fabric.
When a group of guys began to gather in front of the sorority house, Ashley had to find a way to become the center of attention, as usual. Ashley leaned over the spray as if she was trying to get a drink of water. When she did, the force of the spray pushed her T-shirt up over her big boobies. Ashley giggled and slowly pulled her T-shirt down over her breasts, while displaying that phony look of embarrassment on her face. The guys cheered as Ashley tried a couple more times to get a drink of water, always with the same result.
Ashley turned to the guys and said, “I want to get a drink, but the water keeps pushing my T-shirt up over my tits. Would you guys mind not looking this time so that I can finally get a drink?”
The guys yelled out that they wouldn’t look and Ashley once again leaned over the water. The spray went right up under her shirt and the fabric climbed up over her nice round breasts.
Ashley’s boobies were out in the open again. Ashley’s big beautiful headlights swayed back and forth as she positioned herself to get a drink. She took her time drinking as the guys ogled at her bare knockers.
Ashley still hadn’t buttoned her pants, so when she bent over, half of her butt was hanging out, too.
She finally finished drinking, then turned to the guys without pulling her shirt down and said, “You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. You promised me that you wouldn’t look, yet here you are staring at my hooters!”
Ashley pulled her shirt down as a few more guys stopped to watch the show.
Now it was Fran’s turn to outdo Ashley.
Fran jumped through the water, then turned to the guys and said, “I’m think I’m going inside. It’s just too hot to run around in these tight jeans!”
The guys started begging her to take them off, but she said, “If I take these jeans off, all I’ll have on is my white panties! Do you know what happens to white cotton panties when they get wet?”
The guys yelled, “No, tell us!”
“When white cotton panties get wet, you can see through them, like the way you can see my nipples through this wet T-shirt.”
One guy yelled, “Just unbutton them like the other girl and see if that makes you feel better.”
Fran acted like she was thinking about it, then said, “I guess I could unbutton them and see if it helps.”
Fran unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper all the way down. She jumped through the water and her jeans slid down a little below her hips. The guys loved it as her white cotton panties began to show. She continued to jump through the sprinkler and with each pass, her pants slid further down her legs.
Soon Fran’s low-cut jeans fell down to the middle of her thighs and her white cotton panties were completely exposed.
She looked down at her jeans and said, “Oh nooooo, my panties are showing! They’re getting all wet. I’m soooooo embarrassed. I knew you’d be able to see through them. You can see my dark pussy hair right through this white material and I just bet you’d be able to see my butt if I turned around. I’d better pull up these jeans right away. They’re about to fall off!”
The guys started yelling, “Take ‘em off!” rah rah rah.
After telling the guys “no” several times, Fran finally looked at them and said, “Oh well, you can practically see everything anyway,” then she pushed her jeans down to the ground and stepped out of them.
Good grief! I thought.
Fran straddled the sprinkler and let the water spray up between her legs. As the water continued to soak Fran’s underwear, her little white panties became transparent. You could clearly see her dark bush through the thin cotton material.
It looked as though she wasn’t wearing any panties at all!